The Secrets of Wilson’s Wood (Excerpt)
by A.J. Tonks
Epilogue – summer 1998
“Have they found her yet?” Will asked jumping to his feet.
“No…nothing,” Jo replied her eyes lowered. Will slumped back onto the fallen tree trunk and buried his face in his hands.
“Mr. Wilson has every member of staff searching the school grounds,” Becky chimed in. “Mum said it’s too early to call the police yet.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Will replied. “I just assumed, when she didn’t meet us at the bus stop...”
“Assumed?” Jo snapped. “She always lets one of us know when she’s getting a lift.” She stomped around the grove kicking up leaves and chunks of moss.
“It’s not you’re fault Will,” Becky whispered sitting beside him. “She’s just worried. We all are.”
“You were the last one to see her Will, didn’t you think to double check?” Jo growled not letting it go.
“Why would I?” he retorted. “She doesn’t always tell us when she’s getting a lift. Remember last week when…”
“For goodness sake!” Becky scolded. “Our friend is missing and you two are arguing.” She stared at them both like a mother annoyed with her children. Jo lowered her eyes and a single tear splashed onto the back of her hand.
“Sorry… sorry Jo,” Will stammered. “I just… didn’t think.” Jo sniffed and wiped her eyes on the cuff of her school blouse.
“No Will, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I’m just so worried that something terrible might have happened to her.” Becky draped a comforting arm around each of them.
“Did you take a look around the wood before we got here?” she asked, turning to Will.
“No, I came straight to the grove. I thought…if there was anything wrong, if she had something on her mind, then this is where she would come.”
“What was she like when you saw her at break this morning?” Becky continued.
“Just normal, I think.” He searched his mind for any subtle change that he may have overlooked, but she had seemed her usual self; smiling and chatting about how much she was looking forward to the summer holidays.
He pushed his hand into his pocket remembering the green stone that she had given him during English.
‘It’s moldavite,’ she whispered passing it to him under the desk. ‘Helps you recall information…make sure to hold onto it through the math test this afternoon. He hadn’t believed in any of that stuff, until recently.
“Surely she would have told us if there was something wrong!” Jo cried bringing him back. “We all made a pact… to tell each other everything, no matter what.”
“Did you try tuning in to her? Becky asked. Jo looked up.
“Of course,” Will sighed having tried at least a hundred times since he got there. “But, you know it doesn’t work unless…”